Stupid Flu Shot

I spent the whole day on my back with chills and being soooo tired. All I did was get a flu shot on Wednesday. I guess it's supposed to be a good thing, it will probably help protect me (if they chose the right strain of flu this year). But I sure don't like days that have me feeling crappy.

So, far I feel better today. Back to exercising my body. I should do yoga today. What do you think?

Couch Potato No More

Hi, my name is Phannie. I was a couch potato. This is my first day on my journey to recovery.

I have eaten.
Turned off the TV.
Been cleaning.
Exercised (power 90 cardio intervals).
Reading.
I will study new things.
I will find more joy in life.
There will be good habits formed when the baby comes.

Promise!

NO Motivation

I get up in the morning and want to Run. Half way through the day I want to do p90x. I feel so lazy. I want to eat better. But all I seem to do is quilt and read and watch movies. These things are all things that I enjoy, but I just can't find the motivation to get out on my own and do the things that I love. I know I will do them later when I'm not pregnant, but why can't it be now? I just don't understand myself sometimes.

My Favorite Breakfast

This is my FAVORITE breakfast, especially since I'm pregnant. I love it. What could be better than Hashbrowns, eggs, and turkey bacon? NOTHING.

YUMMMMMM!

I Think I Can. . . I Think I Can. . .

I have become very comfortable inside my little apartment. I eat, sit, crochet, eat, sew, watch a movie, eat, read, sew more, and eat more.

I swear the eating never ends. I am starving ALL the time. But this is not what I was going to focus on.

I Can get out of the house at least once a day. I do not have to have the car to do this.

I Can go walking and work up to jogging. This means at least 30 mins.

I Can be active. Do the things that I want to do. Part of my bucket list is to be that pregnant lady that ran right past me a year ago in the Freedom Run. I don't have to do a marathon, but I want to keep my waddling body moving.

I Can jog in the Turkey Trot this year. I know I Can. . . I know I Can. . .

Out of Wack

Okay, I feel completely out of wack. My body is getting fatter. I want to do things and can't. I want to eat healthy, but my body thinks that food tastes gross. I don't want to force feed myself because I don't want to hate the good food when the pregnancy is over.

It's no secret that the mind/spirit is the real animal we are all trying to understand and tame, but when I'm struggling to control the body as well, I feel like I am riding a roller coaster. One that has gone up, up and is not going down and I can't see the end. Screaming. Lots of Screaming.

Body Changes

I should be excited about the little baby bump that is growing. My hubby tells me that it is cute. He likes it. But when I have spent my whole life fighting to stay a normal size it's really hard to look past the "fatness."



I know in my head that I should get bigger and gain weight because I am pregnant, but that doesn't override the programming that I have spent years developing. I just can't get past the out of control, growing body that I have. I wish that I could.